Fiery red, the color of
The next day, Zhang butterflies did not come school. Me, has always been a good girl, sat with her day did not greet the table, a bit worried that, at three busy studying, the worry that a girl never said a word.
Third day, look forward to emergingred morning, ushering in a red and swollen face add two add a panda eyes obediently students fashion jewelry filled her hair is obviously off to clean up - the first kid. One morning, she desperately write, desperate tear, in the end the teacher at the number above, and even I do not know, let alone her. Lunch back, give her the extra sale, but also did not say hsieh, open eat, devour, without ladies, finished 10 throw my money, do not speak other end, and sleep. Cool heart, but she did not feel an insult to me. Is also a free afternoon, she read the novel, my students, after school, the evening she did not come from learning.
This continued for days in the end the number wholesale jewelry of days, I no longer remember. Only remember the later days, and occasionally in the classroom on, I wonder if the notes are written or what, I have no say. Lunch at noon every day just that, and that a longer offensive to me and gently smiles out of the thank you enough.
That day, the weather has always been filled with students in exchange for her that a bright red, one expression of sorrow afternoon stagnation,did not go home. I really I could not resist, with feelings of fear rather scolded to ask do not go home this afternoon?
Well.
Baffling, really not sure what the situation.
That you?
Oh, I have to leave … …
At that moment, my heart is empty,NOT saying. Have been accustomed to have her day, accustomed to her pale facesmile at noon every day used to take away that box of … … Now, she going to leave, to go true it? I remember when a book does not care to see that one word God, Why do you torment me? You can not give me the happy home, you can make me pain at the suffering in the last legs. But how can you My him away, take away that Forever sunny boy, you obviously know that my heart the most are! yes, I drink, smoke, fight … do … all the girls in this age from NOT done the bad thing, can I still pretend as if nothing had happened every day to the school, sitting in a bright classroom, share with them this does not belong to my happy. God, you opened his eyes to see … ah …
I do not know what is going to happen in the end at this girl39s shoulders, with a fiery red but the Real Girl weak, people of compassion, people feel sad, a little bit even though I know that she does not need this. Tears are of torrential rain, has long been murky eyes. When she go, I do not know, only know that from now on, I never see her, never see her … …
That year, I never see you lived in a red-hot girls, even if red are popular this season, there is still no. Also remember that mission on fire jumping red, faint heart. Yes, that year, my wish was admitted to a university, not as great rejoicing, only at the sound of the blessings of friends and relatives nodded slightly. Yes, I met, the kind of happy little satisfaction and no longer numb. I know that the fire are red Girl changed the color of my life, let me know how happy colors, know how to appreciate life … …
Fire red girl at home you also please?